Mid-Afternoon Lull

Is it possible to experience a mid-afternoon lull when you've only technically been out of bed for just under three hours?

The weather is rainy and cool. At least in my part of the city we didn't get the snow that they were predicting.

I'm curled up in my bedroom, with candles lit around my space.

Staring at some emails.

Sorting through some paperwork.

Trying to talk myself into not laying down and simply falling back asleep.

I think I'll go read for a while in the bathtub. Warm water and bubbles would feel good right now.

My brain feels sluggish today. I'm not up to writing deep thoughts. I'm not even sure I'm up to thinking them!

So I'll just be thankful for a long weekend. A long weekend spent mostly housebound with little to do except clean and rest.

T. and George

My dad picked me up from the site of George's latest breakdown on Saturday night, and took me back to my parents house. When we arrived, my mom, T. and his girlfriend were just finishing eating supper, and sat with Dad and I while we ate.

T. proceeded to inform me that he thought that I should stop going out when he'd turned down my invitation to join me.

I asked why, and he laughingly pointed out that both of the last two weekends, when he'd been unable to join me at an event I'd invited him to, George had broken down and stranded me, requiring a rescue from both a tow truck and my dad!

Then he grinned at me with the dimples that have gotten him out of trouble ever since he was a baby, and really, what was there left to do but crack up right along with him?